your easy to be around
on the ground in the sunlight
your phone reaches the door
and complex words
require a personality
how watching
watching how we emerge

TIME

like all the sounds
in one ear
y
coming to surrender
her
day
her year
her
hour
minute
her time

Cross Over

leave it all behind

the mind backwards

back bends on a good day

and crosses over frequently

letting me know the eyes of

McCain when he goes into a zone

he was forced to one, two, three, four times

carry the nights and days through the zone

and crossing over

is a railroad with a parting

ways

switch

click

change.

Down Down

don't think i can get past my ego

on and on

to the walk walk yea

please give me the opportunity to

let me get back

in the comfort of your heart voice

thought to be most

sincere make it right

there's no drop to this

love talk

OK

as the sound is too easy
driving with the word
you think everyone is walking
on the same line
by image
by word
by tool
by
love

ONE

no mother or son no daughter & brother

a genuine moment of moving inside

the shape of history now formless and all

around me grew wider taller bigger farther

there was 1

layer after layer

melting the gap between those

things that seperate u from me

again again again back
so no watching with out sweet
thought to insist
fine education and revolution
looking cause you sound
every time again again and back again
so sweat
the sky
i invest.

DRIPPING

we have nothing else for you
words are words words
amazement for people who can't feel
infinity in feeling, thoughts and awareness
people cling to the obvious
following and agreeing
affirmation for existence and good looks
i started writing
not to threaten any group or person with
unlimited change of expression
coming through me
it feeds me constantly
my body has love in every action
every conversation my mouth gets
excited with the skin on my thighs
and the roundness of my breasts
the movement of my back sends
me into spiraling ladders of love
dripping from inside out

Getting Here

cutting into sensation

turning a blade across half my action

going 80 mph with each eye looking

at material next

on my finger, out the window and with

a peach in hand.

contact is minimal and sometimes brief

as a flash, thought can travel with speed

only sometimes new.

i found myself impatient, sounds of trouble

are a driving wave and they are layered

by each run of boredom and confusion.

leave them sitting out and take it

just where it's at.